The sky seemed to clear up a bit when Muraki and Tsuzuki left the cozy inn to head back to work. They were about to cross the road when Tsuzuki spotted the massive Shire horse. He had always been fond of the breed and could rarely pass one without being awestruck. The steed was a stately black beauty with the trademark white hair lengthened at the lower side of its legs.
It was agitated for some reason, its nostrils trembled and flared, the ears were drawn back and it was tossing its head from side to side nervously. The coachman tried reining the animal by swishing and clapping a whip over its head, but the horse refused to obey. Standing up on its hind legs and making such a commotion, the horse managed to fall over, taking the cart with it. The crowd gathered around the sight, giving advice, but not a thing to help.
Tsuzuki leaped over a puddle gracefully and rushed to the agitated creature's side. Against Muraki's advice or any common sense, he tried unfastening the leather straps that were holding the creature tied to the cart, so it could stand up and calm itself. He had almost finished the task when the heavy hoof of the horse slashed Tsuzuki's trouser leg open and making him yelp. The doctor was by his side immediately, helping him up and out of the way of the agitated beast.
Obviously, upon loosening of the strap, the horse felt the opportunity to free itself and used it by getting up and taking off down the road, the iron horseshoes clacking on the cobbled street.
"Mr. Tsuzuki, Mr. Tsuzuki! Are you all right?"
Tsuzuki limped pitifully, there was blood soaking down his trouser leg, right onto the dirt covered basalt cobblestones. He was too startled and hurt to speak or answer any of Muraki's questions. Tsuzuki didn't even notice that the owner of the horse had the gall to request a compensation for the loss of the animal. However, a couple of well-aimed snide remarks from Muraki's side sealed the owner's mouth and he left them alone.
Muraki called a cab to take them home and as soon as they arrived, he called his maid and asked her to get the water boiling and afterwards fetch the doctor. Tsuzuki had no time to inspect the lush oriental furnishings. With horror he remarked, that it was the first time he had ever visited Muraki's home.
While they were waiting for a physician, the coroner made sure to remove Tsuzuki's overcoat, placed him in a bed and make sure his pants were removed, to brunette's utter dismay.
"No, it's all right." He protested weakly, however Muraki insisted him stripping from his pants.
"How do you expect the doctor to see for any injuries under the trouser material, eh?"
Tsuzuki obeyed quietly, lying on the bedspread in his undergarments. Muraki left the brunette only to bring the water.
As Muraki brought a wet cloth to clean the nasty wound, Tsuzuki bit his lip and whined quietly, he was trying to make as little noise as possible; he was attempting to look brave and unruffled.
Soon enough the doctor arrived and inspected the wound.
"Are you certain it's not broken?" Muraki entreated, eyeing the damaged leg suspiciously.
The doctor bent Tsuzuki's leg back and forth and made him move it particularly at the knee. The brunette gasped in pain as the torn skin shifted, but he was able to flex the limb after all. However, the doctor insisted on bed regimen and in case the swelling didn't cease, they were to call him again. The man prescribed the young officer certain powders which were to improve his state and left a balm which was supposed to enhance the healing and prevent inflammation, but all in all, there wasn't much to suggest.
After the departure of the doctor Muraki continued to cleanse the wound carefully, so there was no mud or grime on it. The skin around the wound was bright red but it was adopting a slight purplish shade, it would most certainly be black and blue the following day.
"It's all right, in a week or so you should be well." The white man assured, although Tsuzuki couldn't quite tell if he believed his own words.
"There is no need to make it up, you can't fool me, gosh it hurts." Young officer bit his lip. "Why did I have to go and act so stupid? For all the good it did, I just made a bigger mess." The brunette sobbed quietly.
"Now, now, Mr. Tsuzuki, you had the purest intentions." The coroner patted Tsuzuki's shoulder. "Here" He poured a quarter of glass of whiskey and passed it to the brunette.
"M-muraki? You know what alcohol does to me, don't you?" One of the most embarrassing things he had ever done drunk was singing God save the Queen loudly at the Trafalgar square. The newspapers were full of "The Mysterious Singer" the following day.
"I don't think you'll go frolicking around now, will you? It will help to get you to sleep and it'll numb the pain a bit." Muraki insisted.
Tsuzuki pulled a face. He wasn't too fond of whiskey, he preferred ale or cider to it in any day. He inhaled bravely and swallowed it down all in one gulp.
"You really take it like a medicine." Muraki couldn't help but comment. After all, it was the finest Tullamore.
"For all the purposes it tastes like one too." Tsuzuki hiccupped, ruddy blush painting his cheeks as the alcohol warmed his insides.
"No work for you tomorrow, junior officer." Muraki looked at the brunette properly for the first time. "What's wrong, Mr. Tsuzuki? Does it hurt so much?" The brunette shook his head.
"No, I, just. I, how will I ever be able to repay you?" Tsuzuki seemed to be quite serious about that.
"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you." A small smile crept upon his face. "I'll apply the balm now. It might hurt a bit more." The man decided to change the topic.
Tsuzuki just nodded weakly, ready to accept just about anything. Muraki's smile just got wider. He rarely derived such pleasure from a living person. Seeing the graceful body of the young officer cringe and twitch every now and then was too beautiful for words. The pained cries were music to his ears. Now that the brunette was less restrained, he delighted the man with the most exquisite pained sounds and hisses. Muraki had finished with Tsuzuki's leg in no time. He bandaged the injured limb professionally and set it down on the pillow gently.
"Uh, if I didn't know better, I'd say that you were a doctor, not a coroner." The comment made Muraki smile. "No, really, I might not be an expert but you did it so neatly and furthermore, I didn't feel a thing." Tsuzuki admitted, speaking of the bandaging part clearly.
"I suppose the balm the physician prescribed you had a painkiller in it. As for the bandaging part – I used to be a doctor." Muraki explained while tucking the brunette in comfortably.
"Really, then why did you become a coroner?" Tsuzuki entreated. His eyelids were becoming heavy. Although he slurred the words drowsily, he still fought with sleep to continue interrogating the man.
Muraki ran a hand through Tsuzuki's chestnut hair. "Rest now, Mr. Tsuzuki, tomorrow you'll have enough time to arrange a complete interrogation of my person, but currently, you need your sleep."
"Mhmm, I feel so tired." Tsuzuki smiled at the man wearily.
"Have a good rest, Mr. Tsuzuki." Muraki murmured gently and left the room, extinguishing the light as he went.
In the middle of the night he was awoken by moans. At first Muraki had thought those were the alley cats. He soon realized that the noises were coming from the inside of the house. For a brief moment he had thought that maybe the maid had brought someone in to spend the night with and was not going to disturb them in the act like some jealous lover from a paperback drama novel.
He pulled his morning suit on and entered the eerie hall way, he noticed that the sounds were coming from the guest room, not the staff wing.
Soon enough it clicked.
It must be Mr. Tsuzuki.
The man rushed down the hall and burst into the room, sure enough his dreads were confirmed. The smell of human sweat and stale air permeated in the room. The young man was tossing on the bed, sheets crumpled and partially tangled about his body.
The pale man came to his side quickly and felt the brunette's forehead. Tsuzuki was hot and feverish. Groaning in distaste, the ex-doctor tore the soiled bandages off of the wounded leg. The lesion had inflamed, yellowish liquid was flowing freely from under the scab. He poured some water from the mug standing on the bedside table and shook Tsuzuki awake to offer him some.
So weakened was the brunette, that he could barely keep his head up. Muraki helped him by sliding a supporting hand under the damp nape so that Tsuzuki could focus entirely on drinking. Having done that, he opened the window to air the room and rushed to the kitchen to warm some water and make an herbal infusion to clean the wound again. For a good half an hour, Muraki was busying himself with Tsuzuki's leg, cleaning the pus away, putting new bandages on. By then the fever had died a bit and his patient was fully alert. After the tea Muraki had prepared for him, the fever was releasing Tsuzuki's exhausted body.
"Do you smoke, Mr. Tsuzuki?" The young officer only blinked at him in confusion
"No" He finally answered.
"Well, then you'll have to learn quickly." The doctor chuckled.
"W-what are you suggesting?" Tsuzuki struggled to make his brain work.
"Opium." Muraki stated simply.
"What is it?"
"It's made of poppy resin and is supposed to dull the pain. It should help you to sleep through the night soundly," Muraki explained.
"Is it bitter?" The brunette looked at the white man pretty much the same way as an infant would look at the parent offering some medicine. Muraki couldn't help but smile at the young man's question.
"I'm not certain how to describe it to you as our tastes clearly differ, it's bound to be bitter, but it will make you feel better." Tsuzuki nodded in agreement without even thinking twice about the offer.
"Only if you have it too." Tsuzuki stated suddenly unsure of himself.
Muraki sighed, "Well, if it makes you feel better, then, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Tsuzuki chuckled at the unintended pun.
The white man left him for a moment only to return holding a desert oak box and an elegant long-stemmed brass pipe with an ivory bit. The man settled on the bed and opened the box, filling the bowl of the pipe with finely ground opium. It took a couple of times to actually light it. Muraki drew on it lightly to encourage the smoldering of the tobacco.
When he was satisfied with the taste, he carefully placed the bit of the pipe between Tsuzuki's trembling lips and let him have a puff. First Tsuzuki coughed on the smoke, tears springing into his eyes and complained about having burnt his tongue.
"Slowly does it. Mr. Tsuzuki, the temperature at which opium burns is a bit higher than of any regular tobacco, if you can't draw a lungful, don't torture yourself. Take it bit by bit."
Blushing even more and bringing the knee of his uninjured leg closer to himself. Tsuzuki took a smaller puff again. It was a sickening mixture of sweetness and bitter smoke, the taste was nauseating, but it had a calming effect on him. Muraki inspected the brunette curiously
The young man relaxed more with each puff slowly easing back into pillows – but small as it was, the pipe soon went out and Muraki set it aside on the table. Tsuzuki didn't whine or whimper anymore, he was languorous, his eyelids were heavy and eyes dilated.
"You're tired, Mr. Tsuzuki, you should have some sleep now." The doctor patted Tsuzuki's crown.
"No, don't leave me!" Tsuzuki entreated suddenly grasping the sleeve of Muraki's robe. The young man looked up pleadingly, the silky dark eyebrows arching upwards from the middle of his forehead, making him look like a puppy.
The man sighed looking more tired than ever. "I don't think it's a good idea, Mr. Tsuzuki."
"Here," the brunette shifted aside, patting the warm place he'd just been lying in. "The bed is big enough; "I just don't want to be alone." Still there was an irresistible plea in the button-like purple eyes.
"Are you not afraid of me anymore?" The white man teased, he too was influenced by the relaxing smoke but much less than the inexperienced brunette.
"I'm not afraid of you" the brunette suddenly snapped. He snatched the man by the shirtfront, pulling him closer and peering in Muraki's eyes. The man's eyes drooped.
"I see." Muraki studied his features shamelessly, tracing the inner rim of his parted upper lip with the tip of his tongue. Under the intense gaze, Tsuzuki's breaths became shallow and uneven. He was both hot and cold at once; some uncontrollable shiver prickled his nape and made his hair stand on end. "I wonder, Mr. Tsuzuki." The man pondered out loud. "What these beseeching eyes of yours hide."
The brunette gasped suddenly and averted his gaze immediately, looking to the side and simultaneously trying to slide from under Muraki's looming body. He wiggled effectively until he noticed an odd predatory gleam in Muraki's eyes.
To the coroners utter delight he had spotted a little rise in the underwear of the other. When Tsuzuki tried reeling away, the white man effortlessly leaned forward, hovering above the brunette using one hand for support and the other to make a warm yet tight casing for Tsuzuki's crotch.
A strong shiver ran throughout the brunette's body. He gasped sharply and looked at Muraki, purple eyes focusing suddenly, a firm frown setting on his face. The man's face stayed unreadable; there was no smile or frown, just a slight flush dusted on his high cheekbones as he moved his hand a bit to emphasize that he held a very vulnerable object. The officer bit his lip and stayed silent. Just looking at how Muraki's hand moved over him, touching through a layer of material. He fought to stay impartial.
"W-what are you doing?" Now, brunette's breaths were coming in sharp gasps.
"I'm easing your pain, Tsuzuki san; they say that a stimulation of other sensitive areas of the body brings your attention to more pleasurable sensations," Muraki explained seriously. Tsuzuki looked at him dumbstruck.
"And you expect me to believe that crap?" He wanted to say it angrily, but being influenced by opium and fondled so insistently, made his voice waver and in the end it came out as a breathy whisper. He was torn between pleasure that was overlapping his senses more and more and the sinking feeling of dread and shame.
He was gathering strength to tell Muraki to stop, however when he opened his mouth to object, the doctor tightened his hold on the plump bundle between his tights, which made him exclaim the name of the white man instead.
"Muraki!" The junior officer hissed narrowing his eyes. To his utter embarrassment, he felt an unreasonable amount of moisture soak the thin material of his underpants right under Muraki's touch. The said man smiled in return.
"You wouldn't like disturbing the maid would you? She's still a young girl, do spare her such sights." The doctor purred as his wicked fingers started to knead the prize they held, delving to the perineum and stroking the place between two sacks gently. The brunette jolted and shivered, small, soft sounds escaped his lips, so gentle and innocent that all what Muraki wanted was to sink his teeth into the throat producing them.
The world was swimming before Tsuzuki, he felt like if he'd become as light as a feather and levitated an inch or two above the ground and furthermore he felt ready for action, and he wasn't ashamed of it, like he usually would be. He felt like he was entering a different world, somehow lighter and a bit fuzzier. Muraki's body seemed to emanate soft light, it seemed to be seeping through his skin like a light of a candle through rice paper and his movements were smeared, each of his gestures left a streak of motion blur behind.
Tsuzuki reached out and grasped the front of Muraki's morning gown.
"I, I'm afraid." He whimpered. His eyes glistened with unshed tears of both fear and shame. The fact that it was Muraki doing this to him, the one person he thought he could trust, upset him all the more. "Y-you're gonna take advantage of me, aren't you?" he whispered still unable to believe his own words. "It had been your plan all along, you got me trusting you, and now, that I'm helpless, you drug me and, and…" the last of the words were cut off by a little sob.
He noticed that Muraki had stopped and was now watching him, Tsuzuki noticed the slightly itchy wet trails of tears over both of his cheeks, he hadn't even noticed them fall. He quickly rubbed the both cheeks dry and sat up.
Muraki didn't move or say anything, uneasy silence settled between them as Tsuzuki tried obtaining some personal space.
"Muraki?" The brunette asked tentatively, for the first time feeling unsafe of the man's reactions. A kaleidoscope of possible outcomes spun through his mind. He sat anxiously watching the other man, being ready to defend himself if it came to that.
"Truth be told, Mr. Tsuzuki, I love you." He admitted plainly. For all the answers, that wasn't the one he was expecting.
"I've fallen in love with you the very moment I met you in that cold cellar of the police department." He looked upon the brunettes shocked features.
"I was bewitched by your person, your beautiful eyes, hair, body; it left me aching for a union, a bond of flesh with you. I sought your company in hopes of coming to terms of what I felt, to conclude whether it was cold lust or hot yearning."
He held a meaningful pause as if to let Tsuzuki voice the question he was about to answer without his asking. Since the brunette seemed speechless, he continued with an explanation.
"I realized soon, that it was both. I want to dominate you so fiercely and I want to hold you close and soothe your pain. I want you to feel hell and heaven with me and only me." The doctor sighed, not daring to look the other in the eye.
"I know I must both sound and look disgusting to you now, but, please, don't judge me, for being a fool for you."
He finally set his gaze upon the sparkling amethysts. Tsuzuki was staring at him with an expression of blank astonishment; he had no idea of how to answer such an ardent confession.
Muraki stared at him for a moment, seeking, waiting for response, but all he concluded was that Tsuzuki was well startled by his revelation and couldn't come to terms with it; therefore he started retreating to the side of the bed. He'd slide away from the brunette slowly, almost reluctantly. He'd glance at the brunette for the last time before he stood up from the mattress and fastened his robe…. He didn't get further than looking Tsuzuki in the eye, because the brunette's eyes were sparkling.
"Don't go." He said weakly and Muraki hesitated, uncertain if he was hearing things or if Tsuzuki had really voiced that. "Stay, please." He said again, more bravely though and reached out to grasp Muraki's hand. "I'd love having you close. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but it came a bit like . . . well like a surprise to me." Tsuzuki tried explaining.
"You've been nice to me and you've cared for me so, but you were ever so discreet about your feelings. I couldn't imagine for the world of me, what your reasons were. Sorry, I'm a bit dense at times." He added as an afterthought and blushed.
Muraki stayed motionless and silent, he just observed the brunette carefully.
The sweet, injured man sat up in the bed with some effort and then scooted really close to the coroner.
"The truth is, that I like you too, my infatuation grew stronger with each passing day I saw you. I was happier knowing that you were around and I was sad on the days you were absent." He whispered blushing without a stop. "I even overcame my fear of dead bodies to occasionally come to your study and visit you." He gently touched the side of Muraki's cheek and with the same motion, tucked the longer strands of silver hair behind his ear. "I was afraid because, because you're so beautiful. I always thought that you already had somebody, at least a girlfriend and I was afraid that you'd find it repulsive, because, well, we both are men and so." Then, he leant even closer to the man and slowly, hesitantly, pecked him on the cheek. Muraki seemed to exhale a long-held breath.
"So, you're interested in this kind of union." Muraki concluded a bit too coolly to Tsuzuki's liking.
"Hey, you're making that sound like an official agreement of partnership or ownership at that. Come on! We've just admitted our feelings for each other." He declared joyfully. To this the blonde doctor smiled.
"Oh, but I'm a possessive man. I wouldn't like you to be anyone else's` 'partner.'"
"You forgot to mention overprotective." Tsuzuki giggled at Muraki's outraged expression. "But I like you like this, it makes me feel really wanted. You know, I've never felt like that with anyone before." Tsuzuki pondered for a moment.
"But then the same rules apply to you – no side steps and random flirts here and there – I won't tolerate it." He pressed his index finger on the tip of blondes` nose as he finished laying his rules.
The coroner's face blossomed into smile as he leaned towards the brunette. Tsuzuki looked at him with doe eyes and bit his lower lip returning the smile. The man moved closer though and the brunette retreated slightly, not knowing what to expect. Muraki captured the brunette's chin between his fingers so that he couldn't draw back anymore and then tilted his head sideways. The young officer only noticed the heat emanated by Muraki's skin caress his own features when something wet and soft was pressed to his lips.
Tsuzuki's eyes widened in surprise, he wanted to pull back at first, despite knowing exactly what was happening to him, he still couldn't come to terms that he was being kissed. The feeling was foreign for him.
Capturing Tsuzuki's lips Muraki gently deepened the kiss. The junior officer gasped, not having been initiated in matters of sensual nature, he almost bit Muraki's tongue. He wasn't certain if the things he was doing were right and if the unknown sensations should feel the way they did or not.
"Muraki?" Tsuzuki asked hesitantly pulling back from the kiss, suddenly self conscious. He was trembling from head to toe and confused more than anything.
"Easy with the teeth, you don't want to bite me, do you?" The blonde stated playfully. Tsuzuki shook his head, wiping his mouth dry.
"No, I just wasn't expecting it, you know. You could have at least warned me, I'm not as experienced as you are, for that matter, I'm not experienced at all." He pouted at the man.
"You're so beautiful." The man just looked at Tsuzuki with heavy lidded gaze like a judge of art poring at a gorgeous statuette and deriving pleasure from it. Tsuzuki was caught in that unblinking quicksilver gaze again.
"I want you now." The pale blonde declared.
A couple of seconds ticked by as Tsuzuki looked at the man
"What?!"
Muraki seemed annoyed for a moment but then chuckled a bit and looked Tsuzuki in the eye again.
"This very moment, I want to take off the rest of your clothes, separate your svelte tights and immerse myself within you." The brunette blinked still, feeling a bit dumb but blushing all the same.
"Relax, Tsuzuki san, and don't worry about anything."
"W-well…what should I do?" Tsuzuki stated nervously.
"I want you..." Muraki paused as he undid Tsuzuki's shirt and slid it down his shoulders carefully "...I want you to enjoy yourself and let me do everything else for you."
"Will it hurt?" The brunette looked at the man seriously, not letting him sidestep the issue.
"Well, if it is your first time, it's bound to feel uncomfortable. But I'll prepare you for this, so don't worry."
"What do you mean by prepare?" Tsuzuki frowned a bit, not liking the idea in the slightest.
"You'll see." The white man only smiled and leant over his hesitant partner nuzzling against his nose and cheek. That didn't change the brunette's demeanor.
"Hey, I want to know what you mean by "prepare,'" Tsuzuki frowned.
"Ah, you're so impatient, allow me to demonstrate." The junior officer gulped, having walked right into the trap.
"B-be gentle." He squeaked as he felt Muraki caress his firm behind. The blush burned steadily on his lovely features. As he gasped feeling the strong hand cup the muscle. "M-muraki…" He muttered nervously, but not for long, as the blonde found his mouth and proceeded kissing the brunette deeply. This time Tsuzuki didn't resist, he let the slick muscle invade his mouth and caress his palate and inner cheek, as well as to twine with his own tongue. He wrapped his arms around the strong neck of the coroner and pressed them closer together.
Suddenly the brunette jerked, feeling the doctor caress his shy opening. It twitched and pulled tighter together, but, as Muraki stroked it with soft finger pads, it relaxed slowly, as its owner got more accustomed to the sensations.
Still, Tsuzuki was quite worried.
"Muraki, you don't mean to…." Tsuzuki shuddered as Muraki applied more pressure on his orifice, massaging the tight little ring all the way in order to make it comply and let him in.
"Don't stick them there," Tsuzuki huffed grasping the probing hand. "That's dirty, for heaven sake that hole is for other things!" He blushed and chided the man as if he was a child of 5.
Muraki in turn chuckled at his charming display and slid his hands up the olive chest.
"My ever so endearing, Asato. There is no part in you that I'd consider dirty. You're delightful from head to toe. Every inch of you is an unearthly delicacy for me." To accentuate that, he lapped up the one of pectorals sensually. "And down there, between your lovely legs…" he reached down to caress the pink pucker again, making Tsuzuki whimper, "…lays my main course."
"B-but I'm not a woman, I can't give you the same satisfaction."
Muraki only smiled sweetly at that remark. "Asato, the satisfaction you've already given me is more than any woman would have been capable of."
The brunette shuddered suddenly aware of himself. His heart was hammering wildly, his cheeks were alight and he was soaking wet from perspiration.
"But it's forbidden and, and… it's punishable by law, it's….sodomy!" The brunette stuttered.
"Then it's in your best interest and mine to keep these matters private, don't you think?" Tsuzuki gulped and nodded.
They were moving in unison, their warm breath's caressing each other's bodies. In that moment, Tsuzuki felt a particular pressure build up in the pit of his belly and whimpered pitifully.
"Uh…M-muraki, ah! Stop!" He all but moaned being rocked by the sensuous rhythm.
"What?" Muraki must have been close to coming, because his voice sounded ragged and breathless.
"Please, stop!" Tsuzuki sounded even more urgent and tried moving in order to pull Muraki out of him.
"Why, what's wrong?" The white man obeyed only half heartedly, he did stop his motions, but he caught Tsuzuki's hips before the brunette managed separating them. The beads of sweat on his forehead indicated that he was quite willing to continue. Still, he looked at the agitated brunette expectantly.
"I, well…" he trailed off blushing. "I feel like making a mess of myself." He whispered so quietly that Muraki had to strain his hearing to catch those words.
"Where do you feel it?" Instantaneously he witnessed Tsuzuki's reluctance to share more and decided to take it upon himself.
"Is it here?" He traced the adequately stretched and wet patch of skin between brunette's ass-cheeks next to the place where his penis was securely filling the smaller man.
Tsuzuki blushed more, a tear shimmering in the corner of his eye, indicating his utter embarrassment.
"T-there too." He finally managed wringing the words from his mouth as if it required greater physical force than usual. "I, I feel like I'm going to . . . pee." he blushed even redder and looked guiltily at Muraki. The said man only smiled slightly and chuckled a bit.
"Don't worry, that's only natural, don't restrain yourself on this matter." Tsuzuki frowned at him.
"So you don't care if I do that on . . . oh geeze!" Tsuzuki covered his mouth in horror
"I'm awaiting your 'mess' with great impatience," Muraki purred, nibbling behind Tsuzuki's ear.
"You really are a pervert!" He started wiggling more to get away from the man, but he didn't get far enough because Muraki ceased him by the hips, pulled back almost to the tip and plunged in firmly.
Tsuzuki wailed from the sudden movement and the rough contrast to his partner's behavior prior in their session. Muraki smiled at the helpless expression on Tsuzuki's face. The young man was looking at him with lust-glazed eyes, with what seemed to be surrender, mouth wide ajar in astonishment from being acquainted to the new sensation. This look of self-abandonment filled Muraki with the sense of triumph. Tsuzuki was his for the taking.
The doctor smiled lustily and thrust in again, Tsuzuki's body spasmed and he exclaimed again, but not as terrified as the previous time. The white man settled for rhythmic and strong thrusts, keeping the brunettes body hugged close to his in order to feel every heavenly shudder and twitch of his lover's body. As he rode the gentle brunette he suddenly felt his lover's body tense. Tsuzuki clearly was crossing the satisfying plateau and his body was getting restless in anticipation of release.
"No, no, I`m gonna..."
Tsuzuki's urgent words flitted in the air, his nails digging in Muraki's back as if to stop him from plunging further, what, on the contrary, just spurred him on. Tsuzuki tossed his head from side to side, helpless in sensual abandon, both wanting release so badly and being afraid of it. Wet sounds and harsh panting were heard in the room as Tsuzuki's precome trickled down his erect penis, over the pink, swollen head, down the shaft and tight balls to join the creamy flow of Muraki's seed and lubricant from Tsuzuki's lovely orifice. Their blended juices dribbled down his tight slightly tanned tights and onto the sheets.
And there is was, from his tightly clenched teeth first rose a low growl increasing in volume with Muraki's every thrust and then finally exploding into a mindless shout as his body shuddered when he came all over his lovers abdomen.
Tsuzuki was panting and only partly coherent. Countless sensations raced throughout his body, most of them foreign to him, but not unpleasant, he was staring at the ceiling, eyes blinking and mouth wide open, panting greedily for much needed air. He glanced down to see Muraki still in action, his own body rocked in coordination with his lover's thrusts, but not for long. Muraki had come too and the additional movements were just the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Seeing Tsuzuki's eyes on him, he smiled deviously and wiped Tsuzuki's semen from his abdomen with two fingers and licked them demonstratively. Tsuzuki couldn't blush even more than he was, furthermore a that moment, his inhibitions were well buried and so were his usually firm principles, therefore, instead of finding that disgusting, he moaned with pleasure and smiled at the man, feeling relief and satiation. He felt like a cat basking in sun he tried sitting up, but with muraki inside him, it was quite difficult and the man was not quite willing to pull out yet. Not that the brunette insisted on separation. He liked Muraki filling him so hotly.
The brunette whimpered pitifully. "I wanna taste that."
The white man smiled and started pulling out of the brunette gently. Tsuzuki winced as the warm liquid trickled from his opening and down his cleft, but before Muraki could divide them completely, Tsuzuki stopped him, by laying a hand on his forearm.
"Don't pull out, I like you inside me."
Muraki's expression was incredible, he was speechless. He leant down to kiss his sweet lover and pushed his softening member back inside that luxuriant heat.
"You're wonderful." He murmured, and with that, he started to slowly undulated his hips.
He wasn't moving in or out, it was just a kind of slow rocking against each other. It stayed slow until Tsuzuki felt Muraki harden and grow inside him, and a particular place in his own body was becoming more and more responsive. Tsuzuki released a lusty moan when Muraki sat him up in his lap and continued the slow but irresistibly sensual movement. Tsuzuki assisted, grinding his hips in sync with his fair lover. This position allowed them to kiss to their heart's content.
Tsuzuki circled his arms around Muraki's neck, providing his nape the much needed support as he willingly let the man explore his mouth, caress his tongue, nip his lips. The brunette on his part had a pleasure of his life by mussing up Muraki's hair, playing with the soft strands, running his fingers trough the slightly damp mane, inhaling his lover's smell.
The feeling of both of their torsos together so warm and slick with sweat was heavenly. And there still was the insistent, hard heat within the depths of Tsuzuki's body, he felt secure and satiated, but most of all, at peace with everything. Muraki's grinding grew more intense and noticeable as his muscles worked to please his dark-haired guest.
Tsuzuki mewled in pleasure and threw his head back as Muraki managed reaching deeper inside him, the roaming hands clutching him tightly holding him in a possessive embrace. Muraki tangled his hand in Tsuzuki's hair and pulled his head down and to the side roughly in order to kiss him again. The brunette tightened his muscles unconsciously squeezing Muraki's cock within, making the man gasp into their semi brutal kiss.
They kissed; Tsuzuki's body tensed and trembled, releasing the rest of what he had. After that his body became a dead weight on Muraki's arms. The white man caught his limp lover and lowered him onto the bed. Tsuzuki was asleep, breathing slowly. With a sigh, Muraki pulled out gently and wiped the excess liquid from their bodies.
Tsuzuki lay on the sheets unconsciously, having gone through the fever and made love later. Muraki smirked a bit, tracing the curls of damp black hair on the white material of the pillowcase. He traced the line over the peach skin of brunette's cheek and down to his throat, feeling the steady pulse under his fingers. Something shone in his hand he pressed the cool flat of the blade against the tender skin, that made Tsuzuki frown and turn his face away from the object. However he didn't wake up. Muraki smiled and let the cool, sharp tip of the dagger slowly make its way over the elegant throat, across the Adam's apple, to the chest. Grey eyes shone with predatory gleam and slanted in anticipation, a pink tongue slicked the pale lips as a satisfied smirk crept onto the cold features.
It was so easy to increase the pressure and let the blade slide through the delicate tissue like through a cloth of fine woven silk. There would be resistance first, but then it would slide in with no hindrance, slicing up muscle tissue and tendons. The beautiful body would spasm once or twice, releasing a gurgling sound as the junior officer would choke on his own blood, funnily enough human body always refused giving up, no matter how badly injured it was, it never ceased to amaze Muraki, but the suffering of his darling wouldn't last long and then the purple-eyed beauty would still, forever cured from ante-mortem agony.
A trail of cherry red blood would seep from the corner of those rosy lips. His violet eyes semi-closed, pupils dilated, one last breath escaping his mouth, his body would shudder once or twice, his beautiful limbs giving a twitch or two before relaxing completely. With sweet glee Muraki imagined making love to the young man as he bled to death, rivulets of vitae adorning his beautiful body propelled by the quickened heartbeat during their lovemaking.
That lovely body stained red and quivering as life left his body in throes of his last pleasure. Oh the beauty of it. He circled one nipple with his blade, Tsuzuki gave a little moan and turned to the side, obscuring his naked chest, curling closer to him, seeking warmth pretty much like a kitten, to the man's utter enjoyment. He removed his knife, sheathing it into an elegant ornate casing.
No, he thought, not yet, there was still much pleasure to be derived with him alive and breathing. With that he slid under the sheets, next to his lover and gathered him close, providing him with much needed comfort. Tsuzuki's lips twitched momentarily as he blindly snuggled closer, burying his nose in the crook of Muraki's shoulder.
"Oh, my innocent love, my little lamb." Such attachment, even if it was his first time, Muraki's heart throbbed as he caressed the gentle creature in his grasp, such trust….Unaware of his darker traits, Tsuzuki blissfully laid in the hands the one who had hurt so many.